Someone recently said that to me. "This prayer is a heart-opener." It was a meta - a Buddhist prayer that welcomed in an antidote to feeling murderous about another human being. Or political party. Either one.... or both. Maybe even all of the above.

The fact was when I did the Buddhist prayer, that gnawing emptiness dissolved and peace filled me.

The Big Boy and the Little Girl look at me and the Mariner as a can-opener, and the minute they heard that particular 'crack' sound of a metal lid being pulled back they come sprinting across floors at the speed of Superman.

So, perhaps that's all it is. Something being opened and all of us filling up with nourishment of one sort or another.

About Me

MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
Please visit myprivateconey.com for additional information and sample works.